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Title: Please don’t leave quite yet. (Part A)
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Prompted by an Anon on tumblr; The boys are in an accident, which leaves Louis’ health in a dangerous position. Fearing for the worst, Harry comes clean about the things he’s been holding back for so long.
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The hard plastic of the hospital chairs wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, yet Harry couldn’t bring himself to even move the slightest bit to get comfortable. The only sounds filling the room was the constant beeping of the heart monitor across from him, and although he normally found silence quite relaxing, the moment couldn’t have been more eerie.
He was trying not to think about the situations that lead to them being here, but he couldn’t help it. The harder he tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger they seemed to be.
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The first thing that Harry realized when he could think coherently once more, was that Louis hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt.
“L-lou?” he croaked, trying to see through the damage and locate his friend. He was vaguely aware of someone screaming for help in the distance, but at that moment he wasn’t bothered about who it was. All he wanted to do was make sure Louis was okay.
“We need to get out of here, we don’t know what kind of damage the car’s been put through, it could bow at any minute.”
“Damage the car’s been put through? What about us, Liam!” exclaimed Zayn, fumbling with his seatbelt.
“Louis?” Harry tried once more, fighting the dizziness that swept over him. Why wasn’t he answering?
“Guys, come on.” The Wolverhampton lad insisted, trying to open the door with shaking hands. It didn’t move at first. Of course, doing a complete 360 degree flip in the air was bound to make it difficult to open some doors, but after a few shoves and kicks, the metal swung away, granting them an exit.
For a second, the younger boy had forgotten how to move as he saw his fellow band-mates climb out of the car. Just before Niall left, he threw a look over his shoulder, silently urging the curly haired teen to follow them. At the worried look on the Irish boys face, Harry instantly snapped out of his daze. Unfastening his seatbelt (with a little difficulty,) he leaned forwards, frantically looking around once more.
“Louis?” he felt his eyes begin to sting due to the amount of dust in the air, and he was pretty sure he could smell gas, but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered, was finding Louis in the sea of crushed glass and broken plastic and metal.
He nearly had a heart attack when, from the front seat, a familiar hand reached back and grabbed his. “Lou…” he breathed out, nearly crying with relief.
Pulling his friend back through the gap in their seats towards him, he made sure to get them out of the car in one piece. It wasn’t until his knees hit the cold pavement once they were out, that he realized just how much his body hurt.
He heard people talking. Whether it was the other lads, or just bystanders who had seen the whole thing, he wasn’t sure, but he managed to pick out odd questions like “Where’s the driver?” and “Is everyone alright?” before turning his attention fully to the boy laying in his arms.
“You okay, boo-” whatever words he was going to say became caught in his throat as he looked at the man before him. This wasn’t Louis, it couldn’t be. This person, this weak, fragile looking person had blood covering the left side of his face. His tanned skin only made the red seem that much brighter, and Harry couldn’t see the blue eyes that always had him entranced, for they were shut. He looked almost…. dead.
“No,” he shoved the thought away. Louis wasn’t dead, he wasn’t “No, fucking hell,no.” with shaking fingers, Harry found his pulse point, relieved to feel the soft ‘thump thump’ beneath his skin.
“Come on, Lou. Open your eyes.” he begged quietly.
Nothing happened.
As seconds ticked on, turning into minutes, he could do nothing but watch as blood continued to seep out from a spot beneath the older boys hairline. Harry tried to apply as much pressure to the wound as he could, but it didn’t seem to be helping.
Where the hell was the ambulance? Louis needed to get to hospital, now.
-
He couldn’t even bring himself to rest his head in his hands. Even though he had washed his hands upon arriving at the hospital, he could still feel Louis’ blood all over them. No matter how hard he had scrubbed at his skin, bits of dried blood remained embedded in his fingernails.
The doctors had told them that they’d managed to stabilize Louis’ condition, but with severe head trauma there was no telling whether or not he’d last the night. It was all down to him.
“Open your eyes, Lou.” Harry whispered for the second time that evening, scooting forwards on his chair so that he could take one of the older boys’ hands between his own, giving it a light squeeze.
“You need to open your eyes, because you can’t leave me. You can’t fucking leave me, Louis.” he croaked, kissing the older boys’ knuckles. “You promised me you’d always be here for me. You said that you be here no matter what. I need you, Louis, so don’t you dare quit on me now.”
The younger boy’s eyes raked over Louis’ figure, drinking in every last detail. It was sort of frightening, seeing him so weak. The older boy hardly ever sat still for more than a minute, and Harry wished that he would just pop up and say it was all a joke, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“Goddamn it, Louis. This isn’t supposed to happen!” He cried out, resting his forehead against their enclosed hands. “You’re not supposed to be in hospital, fighting for your life at 20 years old, we’re supposed to be at home. I’m supposed to be cooking us dinner while you talk away at a thousand miles an hour. I’m supposed to be worrying about how I’m going to keep my hands off of you, not whether or not you’re going to live ‘till morning.”
His voice broke a little, and it took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with him and make him realize what he had said.
“Because… I have a lot of trouble doing that.” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I honestly do. Sometimes I’ll look at you, and you’re just so… you’re just sobeautiful, Lou. I have to stop and pinch myself sometimes, because I find it hard to believe that someone like you would chose to associate themselves with someone like me.” Harry licked his lips nervously.
“I guess… there are things I haven’t told you, you know. I never found the courage to say it, but I need you to come back to me, so I’m going to put my heart on the line here, hoping it will keep yours beating.” Taking a deep breath, he spoke before he could chicken out again. “I think I love you.
“I think I have since the day we first spoke in the toilets… do you remember? I never really realized it until a few months ago though. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you, because I hate keeping secrets from you, but just couldn’t. It’s not really something you say in an everyday conversation though, is it? It’s not like I could just go up to you and say ‘Hey, by the way, I have more than friendly feelings for you’
I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. It physically pains me to be away from you for too long without contact, and I know that it’s sappy and completely stupid, but it’s the truth. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop loving you. You made me a better person, opened my eyes to things that I never would have seen if it hadn’t been for you, so please…” a few tears had escaped from his closed eyes, and he brushed them away with his arm, not wanting to remove his hands from around Louis’ just yet. “please don’t leave me.”
For the next few minutes, Harry simply sat there, not moving. His breathing was uneven as he fought the urge to break down. “You can’t leave me.” he whispered, kissing Louis’ knuckles. “You can’t.”
“You are a sap.”
Harry’s heart practically stopped beating for a second, eyes snapping up to meet the face of the person who had spoken.
“L…Louis?”
“Mmm… water?”
the curly haired teen shot up from where he was sitting and nearly tripped over his own feet getting to the bedside table, where a glass of water had been placed by the nurses, ‘Just in case.’
Lifting the straw to the older boy’s lips, he watched as he took a slow sip, wincing a little as the water went down his throat, before turning his head away, not able to drink any more.
“What happened?” he mumbled, as Harry placed the glass down again.
“We were in an accident. Someone skipped a red light and drove our car off of the road… we’re all fine though. Dave’s in critical condition though, but you got the worst of it. Why the fuck weren’t you wearing your belt, boobear?”
“M’sorry. Won’t happen again.”
Louis sounded so weak in that moment that Harry didn’t have the heart to keep lecturing him. He was okay, and that was all that mattered.
“Okay… good.” he sighed softly.
“Although… if an accident gets you to say stuff like that, might have to get into more of them.” he chuckled a little, before wincing as his throat was still soar.
“Stuff like- oh.” in his moment of glee over the fact Louis was awake again, he had forgotten that he had just poured his heart out to the guy. “H-how much did you hear?”
“More or less all of it… it’s true what they say. People do hear you when they’re out of it.” he smiled softly.
“Oh.” Harry bit his lip, looking at everything but Louis. How the hell was he supposed to look at him now? Now that he knew everything that he had been keeping back for near enough two years?
“Haz, look at me.” Yeah, that was how. He was wrapped around Louis’ little finger, and even though the older boy probably didn’t know it yet, he could do nothing but move his gaze towards a pair of deep, blue eyes. “it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry” the younger boy said quietly. “If I could help it, I’d stop, but I can’t.”
“Don’t.” Louis shook his head. “Don’t be sorry… I liked it.”
Harry frowned, confused. He surely couldn’t mean what he thought he had meant… could he? “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying… I’m saying I care about you, too. More than a friend.” he replied softly, holding Harry’s gaze.
If you had asked Harry to describe that moment in words, he couldn’t. He would deny the girly squeal that he probably made in the back of his throat, and the way that his vision blurred for a few seconds with un-shed tears of happiness that he blinked away as quickly as possible. The feeling that it caused to stir within him was just… amazing.
“I kind of love you.” he grinned, picking up Louis’ hand between his own once more and placing a gentle kiss on the warm skin.
“I kind of love you, too.” the Doncaster lad smiled, squeezing Harry’s hand. “But, as much as I’d like to spend the rest of the day being sappy and sorting out the finer details of this new found romance, I think you better let the doctor know I’m awake.”
The younger boy’s eyes widened a little. He had forgotten all about hospital procedure, what if these few minutes without medical attention had effected Louis? What if-
“Stop panicking, Curly. I’m not going anywhere quite yet.”
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Prompted by an Anon on tumblr; The boys are in an accident, which leaves Louis’ health in a dangerous position. Fearing for the worst, Harry comes clean about the things he’s been holding back for so long.
-
The hard plastic of the hospital chairs wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, yet Harry couldn’t bring himself to even move the slightest bit to get comfortable. The only sounds filling the room was the constant beeping of the heart monitor across from him, and although he normally found silence quite relaxing, the moment couldn’t have been more eerie.
He was trying not to think about the situations that lead to them being here, but he couldn’t help it. The harder he tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger they seemed to be.
-
The first thing that Harry realized when he could think coherently once more, was that Louis hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt.
“L-lou?” he croaked, trying to see through the damage and locate his friend. He was vaguely aware of someone screaming for help in the distance, but at that moment he wasn’t bothered about who it was. All he wanted to do was make sure Louis was okay.
“We need to get out of here, we don’t know what kind of damage the car’s been put through, it could bow at any minute.”
“Damage the car’s been put through? What about us, Liam!” exclaimed Zayn, fumbling with his seatbelt.
“Louis?” Harry tried once more, fighting the dizziness that swept over him. Why wasn’t he answering?
“Guys, come on.” The Wolverhampton lad insisted, trying to open the door with shaking hands. It didn’t move at first. Of course, doing a complete 360 degree flip in the air was bound to make it difficult to open some doors, but after a few shoves and kicks, the metal swung away, granting them an exit.
For a second, the younger boy had forgotten how to move as he saw his fellow band-mates climb out of the car. Just before Niall left, he threw a look over his shoulder, silently urging the curly haired teen to follow them. At the worried look on the Irish boys face, Harry instantly snapped out of his daze. Unfastening his seatbelt (with a little difficulty,) he leaned forwards, frantically looking around once more.
“Louis?” he felt his eyes begin to sting due to the amount of dust in the air, and he was pretty sure he could smell gas, but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered, was finding Louis in the sea of crushed glass and broken plastic and metal.
He nearly had a heart attack when, from the front seat, a familiar hand reached back and grabbed his. “Lou…” he breathed out, nearly crying with relief.
Pulling his friend back through the gap in their seats towards him, he made sure to get them out of the car in one piece. It wasn’t until his knees hit the cold pavement once they were out, that he realized just how much his body hurt.
He heard people talking. Whether it was the other lads, or just bystanders who had seen the whole thing, he wasn’t sure, but he managed to pick out odd questions like “Where’s the driver?” and “Is everyone alright?” before turning his attention fully to the boy laying in his arms.
“You okay, boo-” whatever words he was going to say became caught in his throat as he looked at the man before him. This wasn’t Louis, it couldn’t be. This person, this weak, fragile looking person had blood covering the left side of his face. His tanned skin only made the red seem that much brighter, and Harry couldn’t see the blue eyes that always had him entranced, for they were shut. He looked almost…. dead.
“No,” he shoved the thought away. Louis wasn’t dead, he wasn’t “No, fucking hell,no.” with shaking fingers, Harry found his pulse point, relieved to feel the soft ‘thump thump’ beneath his skin.
“Come on, Lou. Open your eyes.” he begged quietly.
Nothing happened.
As seconds ticked on, turning into minutes, he could do nothing but watch as blood continued to seep out from a spot beneath the older boys hairline. Harry tried to apply as much pressure to the wound as he could, but it didn’t seem to be helping.
Where the hell was the ambulance? Louis needed to get to hospital, now.
-
He couldn’t even bring himself to rest his head in his hands. Even though he had washed his hands upon arriving at the hospital, he could still feel Louis’ blood all over them. No matter how hard he had scrubbed at his skin, bits of dried blood remained embedded in his fingernails.
The doctors had told them that they’d managed to stabilize Louis’ condition, but with severe head trauma there was no telling whether or not he’d last the night. It was all down to him.
“Open your eyes, Lou.” Harry whispered for the second time that evening, scooting forwards on his chair so that he could take one of the older boys’ hands between his own, giving it a light squeeze.
“You need to open your eyes, because you can’t leave me. You can’t fucking leave me, Louis.” he croaked, kissing the older boys’ knuckles. “You promised me you’d always be here for me. You said that you be here no matter what. I need you, Louis, so don’t you dare quit on me now.”
The younger boy’s eyes raked over Louis’ figure, drinking in every last detail. It was sort of frightening, seeing him so weak. The older boy hardly ever sat still for more than a minute, and Harry wished that he would just pop up and say it was all a joke, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“Goddamn it, Louis. This isn’t supposed to happen!” He cried out, resting his forehead against their enclosed hands. “You’re not supposed to be in hospital, fighting for your life at 20 years old, we’re supposed to be at home. I’m supposed to be cooking us dinner while you talk away at a thousand miles an hour. I’m supposed to be worrying about how I’m going to keep my hands off of you, not whether or not you’re going to live ‘till morning.”
His voice broke a little, and it took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with him and make him realize what he had said.
“Because… I have a lot of trouble doing that.” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I honestly do. Sometimes I’ll look at you, and you’re just so… you’re just sobeautiful, Lou. I have to stop and pinch myself sometimes, because I find it hard to believe that someone like you would chose to associate themselves with someone like me.” Harry licked his lips nervously.
“I guess… there are things I haven’t told you, you know. I never found the courage to say it, but I need you to come back to me, so I’m going to put my heart on the line here, hoping it will keep yours beating.” Taking a deep breath, he spoke before he could chicken out again. “I think I love you.
“I think I have since the day we first spoke in the toilets… do you remember? I never really realized it until a few months ago though. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you, because I hate keeping secrets from you, but just couldn’t. It’s not really something you say in an everyday conversation though, is it? It’s not like I could just go up to you and say ‘Hey, by the way, I have more than friendly feelings for you’
I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. It physically pains me to be away from you for too long without contact, and I know that it’s sappy and completely stupid, but it’s the truth. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop loving you. You made me a better person, opened my eyes to things that I never would have seen if it hadn’t been for you, so please…” a few tears had escaped from his closed eyes, and he brushed them away with his arm, not wanting to remove his hands from around Louis’ just yet. “please don’t leave me.”
For the next few minutes, Harry simply sat there, not moving. His breathing was uneven as he fought the urge to break down. “You can’t leave me.” he whispered, kissing Louis’ knuckles. “You can’t.”
“You are a sap.”
Harry’s heart practically stopped beating for a second, eyes snapping up to meet the face of the person who had spoken.
“L…Louis?”
“Mmm… water?”
the curly haired teen shot up from where he was sitting and nearly tripped over his own feet getting to the bedside table, where a glass of water had been placed by the nurses, ‘Just in case.’
Lifting the straw to the older boy’s lips, he watched as he took a slow sip, wincing a little as the water went down his throat, before turning his head away, not able to drink any more.
“What happened?” he mumbled, as Harry placed the glass down again.
“We were in an accident. Someone skipped a red light and drove our car off of the road… we’re all fine though. Dave’s in critical condition though, but you got the worst of it. Why the fuck weren’t you wearing your belt, boobear?”
“M’sorry. Won’t happen again.”
Louis sounded so weak in that moment that Harry didn’t have the heart to keep lecturing him. He was okay, and that was all that mattered.
“Okay… good.” he sighed softly.
“Although… if an accident gets you to say stuff like that, might have to get into more of them.” he chuckled a little, before wincing as his throat was still soar.
“Stuff like- oh.” in his moment of glee over the fact Louis was awake again, he had forgotten that he had just poured his heart out to the guy. “H-how much did you hear?”
“More or less all of it… it’s true what they say. People do hear you when they’re out of it.” he smiled softly.
“Oh.” Harry bit his lip, looking at everything but Louis. How the hell was he supposed to look at him now? Now that he knew everything that he had been keeping back for near enough two years?
“Haz, look at me.” Yeah, that was how. He was wrapped around Louis’ little finger, and even though the older boy probably didn’t know it yet, he could do nothing but move his gaze towards a pair of deep, blue eyes. “it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry” the younger boy said quietly. “If I could help it, I’d stop, but I can’t.”
“Don’t.” Louis shook his head. “Don’t be sorry… I liked it.”
Harry frowned, confused. He surely couldn’t mean what he thought he had meant… could he? “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying… I’m saying I care about you, too. More than a friend.” he replied softly, holding Harry’s gaze.
If you had asked Harry to describe that moment in words, he couldn’t. He would deny the girly squeal that he probably made in the back of his throat, and the way that his vision blurred for a few seconds with un-shed tears of happiness that he blinked away as quickly as possible. The feeling that it caused to stir within him was just… amazing.
“I kind of love you.” he grinned, picking up Louis’ hand between his own once more and placing a gentle kiss on the warm skin.
“I kind of love you, too.” the Doncaster lad smiled, squeezing Harry’s hand. “But, as much as I’d like to spend the rest of the day being sappy and sorting out the finer details of this new found romance, I think you better let the doctor know I’m awake.”
The younger boy’s eyes widened a little. He had forgotten all about hospital procedure, what if these few minutes without medical attention had effected Louis? What if-
“Stop panicking, Curly. I’m not going anywhere quite yet.”